Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.